I think one of the perks of having a friend is having someone to talk to, especially if that friend has your full trust.
You can have someone whom you can share your secrets to, even your dark ones.
You can have someone to seek whenever your problems get the best of you.
That’s the thing with friendship. You care for each other. You look out for each other.
Your friend loves you that much to not let anyone hurt you.
In turn, you love your friend as much to not let anyone hurt them…
Even if that includes you.
See, that’s the problem with having a friend. You’re torn with the idea of baring your soul to them, to let them know all of you including your problems; against the thought of being a burden to them.
You’re torn between the idea of sharing and the idea of not sharing at all to spare them of carrying a heavy load aside from their own.
You’re afraid to be dishonest (by omission, I guess), but you’re also afraid to be a burden.
I wouldn’t know what to choose, to be honest. I don’t have that kind of friend I can depend on.
Or maybe I’m just choosing not to be a burden.